Post #2406

Yet another stabbing just outside the door where one of my best friends used to live and where I stayed often, in one of the fanciest areas of Brussels, in between the stock exchange and Grand Place. We could sometimes hear these ‘incidents’ at night, tourists or dealers getting ganged up and screaming for help, yet regime journalists will claim that I was ‘radicalised’ because yo*tube wasn’t censored enough or something. The raw reality of the Great Replacement is what radicalised me.